It all started when I walked in to the Crestly Cemetery .From the first step I could feel an eerie presents, but I shook it off thinking it was nothing. I thought I saw an old man out of the corner of my eye, standing by a tree. I cautiously walked over to the man and he started walking away. I called hello to him, but he didn’t react at all. So I then curiously follow him to the back of the cemetery.
When I finally got to the back of the cemetery the man slowly turned around and said “Gorge James John join us join us” Then randomly people stared to rise from the graves as if they were ghosts. I then sprinted across the cemetery still hearing them calling my name. Finally I arrived home frecked out and out of breath. I walked in side and then up to my room and leaped on my bed and cowardly crawled under the covers. Trying to fall asleep, but the voices were still haunting me. Just as I was about to fall asleep the old man appeared in my room saying “You can’t stop fate, so stop delaying join us join us!” Then I finally got some sleep.
The next morning I told nobody about the night before. When I got on the bus I saw a kid sitting in the back of the bus, which was weird because I was the first stop. So I went and sat by him. I proceed by asking his name he answered by saying “Tim, Tiny Tim. What’s yours?” I replied by saying “Gorge” when I got off the bus I spotted by friend, Harled, so I shuffled over to him, and greeted him. he asked me how it went last night. Bluffing I answered “Fine, didn’t even get one goose bump” “Ok” he sarcastically replied. “Have you heard of Tiny Tim?” “Who the h**l is Tiny Tim?” “All take that as a no, see you later.”
Bills Mental Home “Where you go when you’re crazy, or a place to put crazy relatives”
After school I went walking around town. After a little while I went in to the Patriot Mall. When I walked in I saw an old lady drop a business card. I picked it up, it was for:
I looked up and the woman was gone. So I slipped it in my pocket, and wandered around the mall. When I got home I made Raman Noodles and went to my room. I opened my laptop and went to the internet where I saw an ad for “Bills Mental Home”. I then opened up the school website and hacked in to it and opened the file for Tiny Tim. I was surprised when it said he went crazy and died in a mental institute 30 years ago and the place was shut down. A few weeks later
I saw a boy on the back of the bus suddenly I realized that it was Tiny Tim. I fell backwards in astonishment recalled how he had died. I proudly walked to him and said “What are you doing your died!” The bus replied “Who are you talking to you’re the only one on the bus.” I then sat down next to him. He said “Gorge James John join us, join us!” In horror I darted of the bus in to my house with the word ringing in my head. When I was running to my room my mother gave me a questing look. As soon as I got in my room I locked the door and barricaded in with any think I could find.
When I finally got to the back of the cemetery the man slowly turned around and said “Gorge James John join us join us” Then randomly people stared to rise from the graves as if they were ghosts. I then sprinted across the cemetery still hearing them calling my name. Finally I arrived home frecked out and out of breath. I walked in side and then up to my room and leaped on my bed and cowardly crawled under the covers. Trying to fall asleep, but the voices were still haunting me. Just as I was about to fall asleep the old man appeared in my room saying “You can’t stop fate, so stop delaying join us join us!” Then I finally got some sleep.
The next morning I told nobody about the night before. When I got on the bus I saw a kid sitting in the back of the bus, which was weird because I was the first stop. So I went and sat by him. I proceed by asking his name he answered by saying “Tim, Tiny Tim. What’s yours?” I replied by saying “Gorge” when I got off the bus I spotted by friend, Harled, so I shuffled over to him, and greeted him. he asked me how it went last night. Bluffing I answered “Fine, didn’t even get one goose bump” “Ok” he sarcastically replied. “Have you heard of Tiny Tim?” “Who the h**l is Tiny Tim?” “All take that as a no, see you later.”
“Where you go when you’re crazy, or a place to put crazy relatives”
I looked up and the woman was gone. So I slipped it in my pocket, and wandered around the mall.
When I got home I made Raman Noodles and went to my room. I opened my laptop and went to the internet where I saw an ad for “Bills Mental Home”. I then opened up the school website and hacked in to it and opened the file for Tiny Tim. I was surprised when it said he went crazy and died in a mental institute 30 years ago and the place was shut down. A few weeks later
I saw a boy on the back of the bus suddenly I realized that it was Tiny Tim. I fell backwards in astonishment recalled how he had died. I proudly walked to him and said “What are you doing your died!” The bus replied “Who are you talking to you’re the only one on the bus.” I then sat down next to him. He said “Gorge James John join us, join us!” In horror I darted of the bus in to my house with the word ringing in my head. When I was running to my room my mother gave me a questing look. As soon as I got in my room I locked the door and barricaded in with any think I could find.